Egotastic All Stars
I never expected to hear his voice. Not there, not then. If I was asked, I would have chosen some far flung beach for our reunion. Sarongs and sunsets. Or perhaps a friend’s wedding where we would have smiled and whispered about old times.
But fate had other ideas.
The little coffee house looked like it had been squeezed into the gap between its two neighbours, barely wide enough to fit a doorway, so that it spilled out onto the sidewalk. Wooden tables and chairs strewn randomly, always busy with people enjoying large mugs of bitter black coffee and thick wedges of cream cake. It was about the mid point of my morning run, and I always stopped there to catch my breath and regain some of the calories I’d burned.
His voice was still the same, even after all that time. He caught me in the middle of stretching my calf muscles, and all I could think about was whether the running shorts were too tight across my ass or if there were sweat patches under my armpits.
“Louise, it really is you. Damn, you look fantastic.”
I turned and caught my breath. The last time I saw him he was a gawky second year college student and I was a freshman. Age hadn’t just been kind to him, it had been lavish with its affection. Broad shoulders, a solid jaw. Sunlight glinted off his shades and the shine of his shoes.
If you asked any of my girl friends, they would tell you that I was obsessed with him. They would roll their eyes at the mere mention of his name.
Brad. The one that got away. Nobody would ever compete with Brad. Men came and went. I married one of them – Michael – but he never stood a chance. Eventually he left me and I breathed a sigh of relief. I fucked the next door neighbour the same evening. I don’t even remember his name any more.
I grinned and swished my hair in what I hoped was an alluring way. “You’re not looking so bad yourself, Brad.”
We sat and talked. We drank strong black coffee. I laughed at his jokes. He bought me cake and licked his lips while he watched me eat it. He told me that he was in security, I said I was a lawyer, and all the time I kept wondering how long it would take.
It didn’t take long.
We fucked on the floor of my apartment, too desperate to make it to the bedroom. I pulled off my clothes and held him down, closing my eyes as he licked my nipples and I tasted his sweat. I got down on all fours and raised my ass for him, waiting for him to enter me from behind. He gripped my waist and thrust his cock deep inside my pussy. I moaned and begged him to go faster. He eagerly complied, but his stamina knew no bounds.
Egotastic All Stars
I enjoyed him and he enjoyed me. I sat astride him and listened to the drum of my skin against his as I moved up and down, revelling in the look of ecstasy on his face. We kissed and I was a virgin again enjoying my first taste of sex. When he started to breathe faster I knelt between his legs and sucked his cock until he filled my mouth with his semen and I swallowed and licked up every drop.
We slept together on my floor, wrapped in each other’s bodies for warmth. Then, when day broke, he smiled awkwardly at me and I folded my arms over my chest.
“It was nice to see you again, Brad,” I said.
He ran a hand through his hair. “I’ve often thought about you.”
“We shouldn’t leave it so long next time.”
I nodded and he left, and the apartment was quiet and still, like the inside of my mind. I never saw him again, and my friends soon forgot his name. I found a man called Thomas and married him, and never once compared him to Brad, either favourably or unfavourably. I remembered Brad fondly, as the gawky second year college student I fell in love with.
But I left him there, where he belonged.
Nicci Haydon lives in Cornwall, England, where she spends most of her free time reading fiction and poetry about love, life and sex. She writes erotica both under her own name and as a ghost writer for hire. Visit her personal blog at www.niccihaydon.com to find out more or connect on Twitter @NicciHaydon.